At twenty a man is a peacock, at thirty a lion, at forty a camel, at fifty a serpent, at sixty a dog, at seventy an ape, at eighty a nothing at all.
There is always time to add a word, never to withdraw one.
Truth always lags behind, limping along on the arm of Time.
The crutch of Time accomplishes more than the club of Hercules.
God Himself chasteneth not with a rod but with time.
Truth always lags last, limping along on the arm of Time